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// Chapter 4: Trottingham, 200 A.D. 
// Story: Discord's Tooth 
// by Brightly-litt 
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	I felt the TARDIS jump through space and time, and the usual loud noise of the TARDIS as it "disappears there, reappears here" as the Doctor put it, and, watching the pumps move up and down in the tube above the consoles (and making me quesy in the process), wondered why it always makes that whirling sound. I thought about it once, and guessed that if it was a type of vehicle, it must also have brakes, and that he consantly leaves them on, but I kept my thoughts to myself. Knowing him, he would most likely disregard my guess and continue on with his "timey-wimey" business.
Anyways, we finally landed in Trottingham, 200 A.D., and before we left the ship, the Doctor gave me a look of utter confusion. He said,
"I'm sorry, but you aren't seriously going out there looking like THAT," he guestured with his hooves at my whole body. I said,
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing, is it too modern?"
In my defense, though, I did look too modern, with my rectangle-framed glasses, my newly-made wool sweater with the current year, 1015 A.D. inside around the neck of the garment, and Rarity's signature patterns all over the collar (she made it for me before we left. She's so sweet!), and my saddle bag, which probably looked too modern by itself, and thought about all the confusion and disruption it would cause if I left the TARDIS wearing them. After all, there was an almost 800 year difference between our time and this time.
He shrugged. So I continued,
"Plus, when did you start acting like Rarity? You always wear the same tie and clothing no matter where in time or space we go. So, why are you asking ME this, Mister Time-pony." He just replied with,
"Hay, ties are cool, and secondly, I do change. This is a TARDIS blue tie, it goes with every time, so I don't have to change. You, however, stick out like my old assistant's eyes. You look nothing like the ponies of this time period, so if you could change, please do so in the dressing room. There should be something under the 200s category."
I did as he said, and found a nice, old-looking vest, a burgandy bowtie, which felt like it held significant importance to the Doctor, and old, wire-framed glasses that the Doctor helped with getting the prescription of my current glasses fit in them, all the while we were still talking about what to wear in what period of time, which I won't bore you with the details, and walked out of the TARDIS.
When we walked out, I was shocked. I thought we hadn't left the current time, because the small town had everything that our time did (lanterns, pony-drawn carriages, and some small huts), minus the few, slightly taller shops and huts. I asked the Doctor,
"Why does this place look like we just traveled here and not gone through time?"
He answered with, "Well, you see. Ponykind doesn't really change, which shocks me as well. They won't really change for another 2,000 years, that's when they start to make pony-less carriages and new ways for Unicorns and Earth ponies to join the Pegasi in flight. I know this because. . .I've seen it."
'Wow', I thought. I mean, I've been to and seen other planets and places in the Equestrian universe (or "poniverse"), but have never been to Equestria's past, so you can imagine my thoughts when I saw that Equestria hasn't really made any technological or industrial improvements in the past 800 years or so.
I quickly turned my thoughts to the more important matter, this mission, and told the Doctor, "Well, I'll stop brooding over Equestria's past and how it hasn't made many advancements, and move on and search for the tooth, which should be fairly easy in this small town." He nooded, and made our plan for the hunt.
The Doctor suggested we split up, cover more ground, and ask around for any suspicious, chaotic events. I agreed, and, with a watch that the Doctor gave me and the coordinates we should meet back up at, we trotted away.
Within the next few minutes I was on the hunt, with little success and an rumbling stomach, I sat down to eat from a local sandwich stand (I'm so glad the currency hasn't changed) and saw a few houses that seemed perfect for investigating, and surveyed the somewhat familiar scenery. You see, I once visited Trottingham, and having a photographic memory, I saw some places that have not changed from my present time. I looked around, and seeing a few things that have not changed, such as the park, the postal office, and several huts and stores, I then noticed a hut that was WAY too strange for me to ever forget. This hut in particular stuck out like a Joke shop, it was a hut with uneven levels, mismatched wall colors, and a spiral staircase leading up to a roomless rooftop. If you have ever been there in the present, you probably would have known that hut was occupied by a silly Earth pony named Topsy Turvy (AKA Screwball), and had just RECENTLY built the house, so you can imagine my confusion that it was still there, in the same space that it always has been, and it have that same weird construction style. Of course, Topsy may have known about the strange-looking hut, knew about it's exact location, and had loved it SO much, that she had it recreated to fit her style of housing, but something was all too familiar to me. I asked the pony at the counter of the sandwich counter,
"Excuse me, but who is the owner of that strangely built hut over there?" and pointed to Topsy Turvy's future hut.
"Oh, THAT hut," the pony laughed, "that's the house of the local party pony, Screwball. Everypony in town knows and loves her. Say, you're not from around here, are you, given the fact you don't know who Screwball is."
My eyes grew wide, and told the pony, "Is it THAT obivious. Excuse me if I ask, but do you know anything about mysterious activity, such as chaotic behaviors, strange occurances, or Discord-like objects in this town, probably being around that mare?"
He scratched his chin for a moment, trying to remember, then replied, "Come to think of it, Screwball says she found Discord's tooth, whatever that means." My eyes grew even wider, and he continued. "I've also heard that, if you ask any member of this town, she is somehow related to the King of Chaos himself, but, that's just rumor." Before I left to find the Doctor, I then saw the one pony that I would not have ever imagined to find in this time, Screwball, and, to make things more difficult, Discord's tooth hung on a string around her neck.